Page 35 of Break Me: Smith and Belle

“Anything,” I promised her.

She studied me for a moment before walking past me to the racks of clothing lining the far side of the office. She moved a few hangers, then reached to dig into the baskets of accessories below the clothes. Finally, she straightened triumphantly with a thin leather belt in her hands. Belle snapped her fingers and pointed to the ground below her feet. Then she said one word: “Crawl.”

It was more than a challenge, she was proving a point. Belle had rarely topped me in the bedroom unless I allowed it. After all, how could I not appreciate watching her bounce on my cock from time to time. That wasn’t what she wanted now. She wanted to remind me that for every moment of dominance I enjoyed it was due to her submission. She gave herself to me freely and with trust. She allowed me to claim her body according to my own dark whims, but she was always the one in true control. She alone held the power to grant her submission.

And now I needed to earn it back: her trust, her submission, her heart.

I kept my eyes on her as I rocked forward and placed my palm on the ground. Slowly, I crawled to her on hands and knees. I’d never thought I would lower myself to this for any woman, but I would spend my life in chains just to kiss her feet. When I reached her, I did just that.

“Very nice,” she murmured as I placed a single kiss on the toe of her leather boots. Belle wrapped the leather belt around my neck, feeding one end through its buckle before tightening it. “Lovely.”

She had collared me. The message was clear: I belonged to her.

I rocked back on my heels, waiting for my next instruction. She pointed to her thick, black leggings. “Pull them down.”

My hands shot up to hook her elastic waistband and then I peeled them off her, revealing inch after inch of creamy bare leg until they caught at the shaft of her boots. Belle managed to spread her legs as far as her trapped legs would allow. Her pussy was bare save for a soft thatch of blonde hair. I licked my lips.

“Show me who you worship,” she demanded.

I nodded, eagerly pushing onto my knees. I reached to grab her hips and bring her to me, but she slapped my hands away. “Use your mouth.”

My cock felt like it might explode in my pants, but I had no other issue with this dominant side of my wife. I rather liked her demanding pleasure from me. I always wanted to give it to her. It was almost as good when she took it. I leaned carefully forward, planting my face against her sweet mound. It took concentration to part her with my tongue. Belle responded by wiggling a little farther apart to give me better access. I swept the tip of my tongue along her before moving to concentrate on her engorged clit. I moaned as her taste filled my mouth, erasing whatever sliver of Nora that remained.

“What’s that?” she asked. She backed up a step, taking away her sweet cunt.

“I love having my mouth on you.”

“No,” she said harshly. She bent so that our eyes were level, and I wished I was behind her so I could see her round ass thrust into the air behind her. She grabbed hold of my makeshift collar and forced me to focus on her. “You love when I put my pussy on your lips, when I ride your tongue—don’t you?”

I only had one chance to get this right. We were playing a game, but I was determined to give her the win. “Yes, Madame.”

A smile curled slowly across her lips. “Good. I’m going to fuck your mouth until I come. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Madame,” I repeated, turning my face up to welcome her to it.

Belle took a few more steps away, bent lower, and unzipped her boots. She slid off each one before removing her pants entirely. Then she walked to me, hips swaying side to side. I rocked back onto my heels, submitting my body to her as she straddled my face. “You may hold me up.”

Fuck. I never knew she could be this hot. She might be trying to prove something, but part of me wanted to pick fights more often if it meant she would take control. I grabbed her buttocks holding her steady as I buried my tongue inside her. I swept it over her clit until it was plump with blood before nipping it with my teeth. Belle crushed her pussy to my mouth, and I met it with hunger. Her hands tangled in my hair as she rocked roughly against me. When she came, her thighs clamped over my ears and she bucked out the aftershocks, moaning with pleasure as she slowly smothered me.

It would be the perfect way to go.

Still, when she moved aside, I gasped for air. She didn’t seem remotely concerned. Instead, she pointed to the ground. “Stand up.”

I licked the remnants of her off my lips as I did so. Belle pointed to the table I’d fucked her on only last week. I walked to it, painfully aware of my swollen balls. When I reached it, she circled her index finger. “Turnaround.”

I did as she directed, wondering what she had in store for me next. Belle moved behind me, her arm slipping around my waist and down the front of my pants. She stroked it roughly, her dry hands burning with the friction of her frantic pace. “This is mine,” she snarled quietly in my ear. Her other hand grabbed the tail of the belt and she yanked it until I could barely breathe. “Do you understand?”

I tried to swallow but couldn’t due the leather restricting my throat. I blinked instead and she smirked. “You like it, don’t you? Belonging to me.”

She waited, but I couldn’t move without cutting off all my air supply. Belle raised an eyebrow.

That’s when I realized that it wasn’t about how far she would take this, but how much of myself I was willing to submit to her. I jerked my head against the leather collar, cutting off my oxygen so I could give a full and unmistakable nod. Instantly, stars swam in the edges of my vision. My balls constricted and I released into her hand. Belle let go of my collar and I collapsed forward, my hands catching the edge of the conference table to stay upright. Her hand slid out of my pants and she lifted to show me her palm, glazed in my climax. I watched as she swept her index finger over it, coating the tip with my ejaculation. Then she reached and brushed it on my lips. I froze, my eyes locking with hers to find a challenge there.

I told her she had all of me. Now I had to prove it. Belle had never denied me a thing in the bedroom. I had a choice to make. My lips parted and she pushed her finger into my mouth, smearing my climax on my tongue.

“Taste yourself,” she murmured. I sucked her finger, surprised to find myself growing hard again. It had nothing to do with my own taste, but rather the shameless confidence in her actions. “I love the way you taste.” It mixed with the lingering flavor of her on my tongue and my eyes hooded as I swallowed the sample of our union.

She stepped back, looking pleased and the strangest sense of pride surged through me. Is that she felt when she gave herself to me? Her eyes flickered down to the erection poking out of the waistband of my pants.